*muffled sounds of sexual tension*

Deacon: Yeah, maybe she's homophobic.

MacCready: ... We're not gay.

Hancock: Heck.

MacCready: You're on thin fucking ice.

this is actually really hilarious and sounds like something my SS would do tbh because she’s a jerk…i feel like maccready would be the easiest victim of this though…

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“That thing remind you of the old days?” MacCready asked, watching Nate dust off an old brass phonograph horn he had pulled from below a pile of rotten boards. 

He never really understood how many of his companions didn’t realize that even though technically everything was “pre-war”, it wasn’t always from his era. Truth be told, he had excavated the old horn from the rubble because it looked like a decent piece of scrap metal, but couldn’t resist the opportunity to mess with MacCready. He was more gullible than he seemed.

“Oh yeah, had one of these back in my day. Really valuable.”

MacCready eyed the tarnished phonograph horn skeptically. “What is that old hunk of junk even for?”

Nate tried to hide his grin, knowing he’d hooked him. It wasn’t hard to catch the other man up in stories from before the war. 

“Oh, it’s an instrument. Very valuable and very difficult to play.”

“You’re shi-…kidding me. Looks like garbage.”

“It’s true! I couldn’t even get the hang of playing it. But anyhow, I wouldn’t expect you to understand the fine art of the phonograph…”

That was all it took. MacCready spent the next half hour while Nate rifled through more debris attempting to produce any sort of sound out of the phonograph horn. He continued to tinker with it even after they had left the building, growing more and more frustrated.“How’s that workin’ out for you?” Nate couldn’t resist asking, a grin creeping across his face.

MacCready glared at him before throwing the old horn to the ground and kicking it across the road.

“Stupid thing is broken! Could have gotten it to work if it wasn’t…”

Christian mashed on my area with the meat of his hand. “Do you like that, you woman?”

The sex feelings flooded my body like a charging heard of itty bitty elephants. We’re talking small.

“Do I afraid you?” Christian Grey asked, licking his eyebrow.

Crystal Studies by Galder

They perched in silence for a long time.

“How can we be so different and feel so much alike?”

“How can we feel so different and be so much alike?”

Delilah from across the void: I’m recording Project Runway over your whale documentaries.